[ She shouldn't have looked him in the eye. She shouldn't have looked any of them in the eye, because what she sees is what propels her to kindness. Perhaps if Allura had killed her heart, if she had just let herself be pushed and pulled along by Zarkon's machinations where his lies would eventually become truth for her, things would be easier. She wouldn't have to agonize over having to torture someone for her own gains. She wouldn't have to care if they live or die as they would just be another piece to her gilded cage, until she gives Zarkon the heir he wants and she can join her father in the afterlife. What chance does she stand against a being who has lived and ruled for ten thousand years?
But she looks Shiro in the eye and studies his face as she finishes up with her cleaning. She uses what she sees to remind her of what she is fighting for and that she is spurred not just by revenge.
He had told her there are ways to make him comply quicker to what she needed to be done. Even then, her stubborn nature will have her try with all her might to not have to break him, while toeing all the lines of her lies and play acting. But Allura also respects Shiro's choice -- she asked, and he answered. She will just have to play the role of both torturer and healer, for him and for herself.
Finally, she takes the towel and the basin back to her dresser, cleans her hands and takes to tending to her forehead in front of the mirror. That bruise isn't going away any time soon. She'll have to wear her hair differently and opt for a tiara for a while, if she is to invite a modicum of respect in the throne room and not to have to attract unwanted questions. ]
I don't know. Maybe later. We'll see.
[ In fact, she does know. She has exclusive access to the lion, but with eyes on her at all times once she leaves her room, her physically visiting the place would invite more questions, much more with a slave in tow. Regardless of what mystical rumblings she had been hearing, her better senses tell her to delay. There is too much Galra tech in her presence right now, glancing at Shiro's arm through her mirror. She bites the inside of her lip, inwardly reprimanding herself for her impulsiveness. She fixes her hair in an attempt to hide the injury, in the same manner that she will try to hide whatever tracks she has laid out so far. ]
I will need to check in with Zarkon within the day. I still need to call and thank him for his gift. [ Sharp, and curt. And the last part is said with all the insincerity her entire being could muster. ] Like you said, I will have to put the bindings back on you. He will most likely ask to see you so I'll need to-- hurt you again. Pain isn't something you can playact with him.
[ She applies some salve over the open wound, then returns to Shiro and places a hand on his shoulder. ]
But I will do all I can to keep you alive and well.
[ She then proceeds to apply the salve on worse of the burns. ]
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But she looks Shiro in the eye and studies his face as she finishes up with her cleaning. She uses what she sees to remind her of what she is fighting for and that she is spurred not just by revenge.
He had told her there are ways to make him comply quicker to what she needed to be done. Even then, her stubborn nature will have her try with all her might to not have to break him, while toeing all the lines of her lies and play acting. But Allura also respects Shiro's choice -- she asked, and he answered. She will just have to play the role of both torturer and healer, for him and for herself.
Finally, she takes the towel and the basin back to her dresser, cleans her hands and takes to tending to her forehead in front of the mirror. That bruise isn't going away any time soon. She'll have to wear her hair differently and opt for a tiara for a while, if she is to invite a modicum of respect in the throne room and not to have to attract unwanted questions. ]
I don't know. Maybe later. We'll see.
[ In fact, she does know. She has exclusive access to the lion, but with eyes on her at all times once she leaves her room, her physically visiting the place would invite more questions, much more with a slave in tow. Regardless of what mystical rumblings she had been hearing, her better senses tell her to delay. There is too much Galra tech in her presence right now, glancing at Shiro's arm through her mirror. She bites the inside of her lip, inwardly reprimanding herself for her impulsiveness. She fixes her hair in an attempt to hide the injury, in the same manner that she will try to hide whatever tracks she has laid out so far. ]
I will need to check in with Zarkon within the day. I still need to call and thank him for his gift. [ Sharp, and curt. And the last part is said with all the insincerity her entire being could muster. ] Like you said, I will have to put the bindings back on you. He will most likely ask to see you so I'll need to-- hurt you again. Pain isn't something you can playact with him.
[ She applies some salve over the open wound, then returns to Shiro and places a hand on his shoulder. ]
But I will do all I can to keep you alive and well.
[ She then proceeds to apply the salve on worse of the burns. ]